Friday, July 25, 2008

Sugar Rush

You know what this is? Diabetes. Seriously. Go check out diabetes on the net. This is the diabetes sign. Why am I talking about diabetes?

Let me fill you with sugar-Wait, that didn't come out right.

I meant, let me fill you in on the sweet stories of the past few days.

Monday, 21st July
The First Experience

Dear Sugardiary,

The Leo Club in school was having a food sale. A sale of sugar. The theme/name of the sale was SugarRush.


The moment I saw the stalls at the back of the canteen, I remembered the announcement about the candy sale that they made last week.


I rushed to the back of the canteen, leapt and clapped with joy, and bought myself a stick of 3 marshmallows. They were good. Soon, others started buying things and the stalls were jammed. I took sugar after sugar from everyone willing to spare me some.


In the end, I had 3 marshmallows, a handful of fizzy colas, a cotton candy, mentos, nata de coco, and many others.

Just you wait. The sugar had just begun.



Tuesday, 22nd July
Diabetes, Anyone?

Dear Sugardiary,

The sale is still on. The intake of sugar is reaching an alarming level. Mervin bought cotton candy during break AND lunch, which I shared with him.

I also bought a bag of popcorn, which I consumed about 3/4 of in 10 minutes. After that, we enjoyed the effects of having more than one fizzy cola in our mouths.

Then the sugar rush began. We giggled like schoolgirls, and sang "Sugar, sugar... Oh, honey, honey... You are my candy girl..."


Wednesday, 23rd July
An Aftertaste

Dear Sugardiary,

The Sugar Rush food sale has ended. Now what?

Sugar, we miss you. Oh, sweetums, where'd you go? How could you leave me to deal with the bitter taste of everyday life without your sweetening solutions?

I sit with my head down, swaying from side to side. I look down upon my empty palm, and see the mountain of fizzy colas that smoothed my rough touch with sweet, tender, kisses just only the day before. I try to eat the sweets, but just before it hits my tongue, the cold hard, truth hits me.

There is no more fizzy cola. No more cotton candy. No more marshmallow. No more Sugar Rush.

All we are left with is a harsh reminder of how everything you love is eventually digested and excreted, never to be eaten again.

But even as that sweet substance leaves us, its wonderful aftertaste we shall never forget.

I salute you, sugar.



Jun Shern Out.

*Static*

Friday, July 11, 2008

Some Things Were Never Meant To Be Revealed

The title of this post has no relevance whatsoever to what is about to be written.

Imagine me and you, I do.
I think about you day and night;
It's only right to think about the girl you love,
and hold her tight, so happy together.

Stuff have been going on. Lotsa stuff. And everyday, school is like, wow. W-O-W. Concert time is brilliant, don't you agree?

I mean, at first I was pretty miffed at being separated from my friends, and getting stuffed into a form 1 populated dance. But these guys are pretty fun to be with.

Besides, I'm making new friends. Are you proud of me, mommy?

We miss classes everyday, and have concert practices for more than half the day. And when we're not practicing, either we're in class acting like it's post-ex, or we're sneaking off to the hall to watch the rehearsals(There are also those times when the teachers come in and teach, but who wants to talk about THAT?).

Please, don't let this be the end,
it's everything I am,

everything I want to be.


I saw a headline today: "Twisters Hit Malaysia"(or something like that, I can't find the newspaper anymore) My first reaction was: NO WAY, we don't get twisters around here!

Then, I unfolded the bottom half of the paper, and saw a man holding a Tortilla sort of roll. My mind instantly flashed back to a certain incident that happened during dance practice...

*Radio crackles for a moment, then lands on a legible station*

"...so the caller has to identify how many "Toasted Twisters" are in this sentence... the winner will win a free Toasted Twister from KFC..."


*The class is silent, everyone waiting for the sentence*

"Here it is, listen closely: ToastedTwister-ToastedTwister-ToostiesTwister-ToastedTwister-ToastedTwinster-ToastedTwister."

"Three!"
"No, Four!"
"It's Three la dong!"
"It's four, genius!"

Personally, I guessed four.

*The caller answers the question*

"..Umm, I think it's either four or three.."

"So what is your answer?"

"Umm, I think I'll go with three..."

*people groaning all around the class*

"I'm sorry, but that answer is incorrect. The answer is actually four."

"Oh, okay."

"Thank you for calling, anyway."

Follow your heart,
let your love lead through the darkness.
Back to a place you once knew,
I believe I believe I believe
in you.

I think this year's concert will be way better than last year's. The theme is better, anyway. I have a song stuck in my head. It's name is I Believe, by Celine Dion and Il Divo. It's one of those catchy concert songs.

Unfortunately, my Limewire isn't working so well, and I can't download the song.


I'm also tired of doing this post. Goodbye.

Suis ton etoile
Va jusqu'ou ton reve t'emporte
Un jour tu le toucheras
Si tu crois si tu crois si tu crois
En toi

"For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Jun Shern out.

*Static*